Author's Note: A chapter in which Oliver come on too strong because that is just who he is and Tommy just bends to fit because I think he's just a cinnamon roll. I couldn't not write a second chapter too this. Hope you are enjoying the story and feel free to leave a review if you have the time. I always appreciate it.

Last chapter was from Oliver's point of view, but I thought I should switch it up. Tommy's POV for this one.

Tommy was confused when he woke up in the dark, but it was nice to see that Oliver was there. He hurt bad still, but smiled at Ollie known the less because he always had a spare smile or two for his best friend. Expectantly after he had returned from that island and back into Tommy's life. It was wonderful to have Oliver grin back at him, like he hadn't in years. Like Tommy had begun to think that he never would again. His heart sang and he cleared his dry throat to speak up. "Hey."

Oliver was there with a glass of water in an instant and Tommy drank greedily through a straw, thankful that Oliver had brought him it. "Hey yourself." He was answered and couldn't help the full mouthed grin that made his eye ache a bit, it was worth it. He had nearly thought they weren't ever going to speak again after that last fight. Word caught in Tommy's throat as he tried to speak again, and a tear streaked down his cheek.

Oliver leaned forward with a wet cloth that Tommy wasn't even sure where it came from and wiped at his face comfortingly. "You've been out for days and I was starting to get worried." Oliver's voice was calm and comforting to Tommy, but he wasn't quite sure what that meant. Oliver was here taking care of him and it was nice; but this was definitely not a hospital.

"Where?" He rasped and tried to look around, ignoring the dizzy spell moving had immediately. He tried sitting up, but Oliver was there and holding him down with a strong arm. The pain was coming back and he couldn't help but stare at how close Oliver's face was to his. "Table's cold." Tommy tried to justify his actions like he needed Oliver to not disapprove of him.

"It's okay, I'm setting you up a bed and it'll be warmer. More comfortable for your stomach too. Shouldn't take that much longer if you stay still." Oliver spoke like he had all the confidence in the world, like he thought Tommy would just listen to him. Okay, Tommy would listen but it was because of how dizzy he was and not because of that demanding tone. Plus, a bed sounded nice.

Oliver stepped out of his line of view for a few minutes and there was a few clunking and dragging sounds. It would have freaked him out, but he could hear Oliver's clear breathing and listened for just that. He nearly went back to sleep when he felt Oliver's hands back on his cheek. "Hey, I'm gonna move you to the bed and then we can talk some more before you rest. Have some things you should know."

It was nice that Oliver wanted to talk for once, but Tommy's eye lids were growing increasingly heavy. Oliver never wanted to talk though, so it probably wasn't going to be anything good. Arms wrapped delicately around him and lifted his sore body up and Tommy couldn't help the feeling of panic. This was like he was falling and had no control over it. Like that time that his father had grabbed his ankles and drug him down the stairs. He had forceful banged each of those 212 steps and before they had even been halfway down had stopped scratching at them and crying out. It hadn't helped the pain and his father was always easier on him if he was quiet.

He didn't even realize he was screaming before Oliver placed him on the bed and hovered over him worriedly, body prone like he was trying to protect Tommy from an unseen attack. It was almost comforting and had Tommy been more with it, it probably would have helped. Tommy didn't even know what was happening anymore.

"You're okay baby, it's gonna be okay. I'm here, I'll always be here." The kind tone and caressing hands in his hair was what brought him back. Easy pressure on his lips that was more comfort then he had ever felt before. He wanted to push back against it, but was much too tired to do so. Oliver had always been kind, whether he like to show it to other or not; had always been Tommy's hero. That had been one of the reasons he had had a hard time believing that Oliver could murder people, no matter what had happened to him.

"Oliver?" He had nearly gasped the other man name, but it was nice to confirm that his best friend hadn't left and some other mysterious and less caring man had replaced him. A blanket was pulled up over him and he was tucked into bed like he hadn't been since his mother was alive. Oliver was everything comforting in the entire world for Tommy and he basked in the temporary warm that Oliver had provided him with. This was lovely and he never wanted to leave the safety of this small bed, with Oliver looming over him. Tommy could feel the small bite of Oliver's stubble against his skin as his wonderful protector leaned in and placed kisses against his tired eye lids. The lips trailed farther down and Tommy tried to pay attention as there was breath that didn't belong from him on his mouth. His dry tongue came poked out to try and wet his lips, but only succeeded in licking the other mans. Oliver growled and Tommy's tired mind decided he liked the sound.

"I'll take care of you Tommy, I wish so scared that you weren't going to make it. We're in the club basement, I'm glad I was the one here when you woke; but you should sleep more. I need to head back to the company for a while, next time you'll be more coherent and we can talk more." Oliver finished his one sided conversation with a kiss to Tommy forehead and Tommy's eyes sunk shut without another thought.

Oliver would take care of him, so he didn't have to worry. The club was the same safe place it had always been and Oliver wouldn't let anything bad happen. He was glad Oliver had been there when he had woken up too.

He slept again.